When he saw Alpha’s face, scarred though it may be, Drake felt... something. Something more than relief, but something that didn’t quite reach joy. Some emotions welled up inside of him at the sound of her haunting voice, and deep inside, Drake wanted to muster up the words that could possibly sum up his turmoil. But he wasn’t the emotional type. “[b]I guess it’s [i]everyone’s[/i] turn to come back from the dead today.[/b]” Drake said dryly, instantly regretting his choice of words. He yearned to empathize with Alpha, to express any pure emotion, but in so many ways he was more far gone than Sawyer was. The silence was awkward, and the air was filled with tension. Drake looked over at the seat for Alpha to pull up, unsure of what to say or do next.